A Darker Future

Disclaimer: Wait let me check...no increase in bank account, no fame or talent to speak of... Yeah I don't own Harry Potter.

Author Note: I'm such an evil author. WARNING: Man on man ahead. Don't like don't read! Yaoi fans... don't read this in public. Seriously don't. * Author fans overheated face from writing it. *

Chapter 3

Harry was a little nervous about staying in an unknown place and an unfamiliar bedroom. To add to it, he had never gotten a massage before so he didn't know what to expect. Harry nearly jumped when Ventus returned with a bottle of oil in hand and closed the door behind him

“I'm a little cold.” Harry said proud that his voice didn't quiver. “Can you cast a warming charm?” Ventus nodded and suddenly the room was a few degree's warmer. Harry sighed in contentment as Ventus moved to the bed,

“Better?” Harry nodded his head. Ventus smiled and began to prepare for a proper massage. A few towels conjured here and dimmed lighting there had a relaxing atmosphere going. Harry tensed when Ventus straddled Harry's butt to start work on his upper body first. The neck was attacked first, then the shoulders. Ventus moved to both arms and wiped off the excess oil. The middle of Harry's back was next. By this tme Harry had relaxed again.

“Lower. Oh! Right there.” Harry grunted as a knot in his back was viciously attacked by Ventus. “You're really good at this.” Harry said in a breathless tone of voice. Ventus only snorted at the compliment and focused on Harry's lower back. Harry could feel Ventus's movements become a little stiff and quicker. “Is something the matter Ventus? You seem a little tense yourself.” Harry asked as Ventus finished his back.

"I must admit I am a little tense.” Ventus said tucking his wand up his sleeve. “I thought you would have figured it out by now." Ventus said as he moved down to Harry's legs spreading oil as he went. "But I must have kept you too busy to think of such things. Maybe I bombarded you with too much information at once hm?" Ventus kept kneading and stroking Harry's legs until he got down to his feet.

"Ventus what are you talking about? Ah!" Harry moaned as Ventus found a spot on his foot that melted him into butter. Ventus grinned.

"Ah my naive little harry." Harry bristled at Ventus's words. Then promptly froze as the spell Distentum was used. Harry's arms and feet bracelets did as they were made for and like earlier was immobilized. Another spell, Conscindo, had harry naked. That was when harry felt Ventus resume his massage, in a very inappropriate place.

"Wh-what are you doing?" Harry's voice quivered. "Ventus?" The man smirked as he continued to massage Harry's soft butt cheeks. The hot oil slid and shaped the muscle to master hands and harry was helpless to stop him. "Ventus!"

"That's not my name Harry." Harry's eyes widened. The hands spread harry apart and bared Harry to the others eyes.

"What?" Harry squeaked and flushed as he was pried open. "Stop it!" Harry wiggled as much as he could in embarrassment and anger. There was a chuckle from the older man.

"Resignare." Harry could see what the spell did as a night table simply appeared beside the bed through the open curtains. "You see Harry-." Harry let out a sigh of relief as Ventus let him go. "-I was quite surprised when you didn't recognize me. After all Albus would have at least shown you my face in that pensieve of his." said as he began to pluck out items. Harry froze.

"No! You can't be!" Harry denied as he began his struggled anew. There was a sudden sweet smell in the air as Ventus lit an incense.

"Ah but I am Harry. A simple eye changing color spell and you didn't know it was me." To Harry's horror, the revealing charm Acclaro was cast and Tom Riddle stood before the bed.

"No!" Harry began to struggle wildly as the Dark Lord Voldemort stripped his youthful body. Naked, Voldemort walked around the bed and climbed in so not to disturb the items on the other side. "No! No! No!" Harry was shaking and crying by this time.

" Shhh. It's alright. I'm not going to kill you Harry. You have my word on it." Harry flinched as Voldemort began to resume his attack on Harry's bottom.

"Stop it! Don't touch me!" Harry grit his teeth and shook as the Dark Lord began to massage in earnest.

"Now Harry don't make me gag you. This is our first time and I was hoping to hear lots of delicious noises from you." Harry nearly screamed in fear as another spell was uttered. "Cumulare" Harry found his ass high in the air because of the sudden pile of pillows that was now under his hips.

'No. No. No. Please don't let this happen.' Harry chanted over and over again in his mind. In his panic things changed. Everything felt like he was walking in water and every moment lasted a lifetime. Then Voldemort was speaking again.

"That spell we cast on you that night. Do you remember what I said Harry?" Voldemort opened Harry to the world again and Harry trembled. "Bond of blood and soul remember? Well it was only with more research that we found the reason for our aging again." Voldemort said as oil was added around and on Harry's pink ring of muscle. "You see the amount of magic wasn't enough to keep us young so we began to age. The magic we extracted from you wouldn't become permanent unless a bond of flesh was consummated as well. But there are conditions to the consummation." Harry bit his lip hard as Voldemort held him open with one hand and began to massage with the other.

"Don't touch me! Not there!" Harry was shaking from head to foot now that he knew what was coming. Voldemort continued on as if Harry hadn't spoken.

"First, you had to be awake and conscious of what was happening. Second, it had to be me as the dominate caster in the spell. Third, the binding runes had to be placed on the floor." Voldemort smirked as Harry jumped when he began to prod at his arsehole. "Which I hid from you with this huge bed. And the last condition was that I would have no other partner. Ever. So I hope you like taking it hard and often Harry." Harry was horrified.

"No! Please don't do this! I've never-" Harry squeezed his eyes shut mortified at what he revealed. Voldemort laughed.

"I know your a virgin Harry. That was a requirement for the first part of the ritual. Let's fix that shall we?" Voldemort leaned over Harry to show him a red bottle. "This is a rare and highly potent aphrodisiac. Care to guess what I'm going to do with it?" Harry glared at the bottle and wished it could burst into a thousand pieces. "No? Then I'll give you a hint." The red bottle was whisked back behind Harry and a new object was presented to him. It was long but oddly shaped and looked to be made out of rubber. 3/4 of it was shaped from the width of a pencil at one end and it seemed to grow in width until it was roughly 3 inches in diameter. Then about 1/4 of it cut off and sloped back to the width of a pencil again. At that end what seemed to be a round bulbous turkey baster pump was attached. Harry looked at it with confusion, he had never seen anything like it before.

'What is he going to do with that?' Seeing the question on Harry's face, Voldemort smiled wickedly and pulled off the pump end.

"The potion goes in here." Voldemort turned it to show that it was hollow. "And this end-" Voldemort touched the pencil width end to Harry's left cheek. "-goes here." Harry shrieked in denial as Voldemort spread Harry open again.

"Don't touch me! Leave me alone!" Harry's trembling increased when he heard the pop of the cork come out of the potion bottle. Voldemort was filling the applicator when he continued to speak.

"You won't be saying that once this beauty is taking effect." Voldemort leaned over and kissed the small of Harry's back giving it a lick for good measure. "Nor any other time if this works as it should. The reason that this aphrodisiac is so rare and even more rarely used is because the effects can become permanent if left in skin contact too long." Voldemort put the pump back on and began to tease Harry's opening. "It's even worse in liquid form as it almost dissolves directly on contact-" There was a gentle squeeze and a few drops wet the clenching hole. "- and the more added the more potent the reaction." If Harry wasn't frightened out of his wits before, he was now.

'He can't be serious!' Harry wailed to himself. This was life changing and it seemed irreversible! Harry clenched his muscles tight as Voldemort began to tease his puckered hole trying to loosen him up.

"Once you're body has absorbed the maximum dosage, the aphrodisiac will pool. Like that." Harry felt the liquid suddenly pool at his drenched hole. The excess liquid slowly made it's way down Harry's crack being absorbed as it went. Voldemort stared fascinated. "The other reason is that it only works with direct skin contact and a few others but that's enough for now." Voldemort held Harry open as he prodded the entrance and began to add a little pressure."Now relax." Voldemort purred as he began to force the end inside.

'oh god that hurt!' Harry hissed in pain as the toy popped past his ring of muscles despite his best efforts otherwise. The end was too small for him to clench against but it was like a wedge and he was being split apart. Fast!

"There we go. I think you have enough in you now for this. Adrectum!" Harry felt the applicator move deeper... the only problem was both of Voldemort's hands where stroking his thighs! "Hmmm Retardare. Don't want you hurt now do we Harry." Harry quivered as the relentless toy move slower inside of him. It hurt like a sonnovabitch! Harry screamed in pain and agony as he was stretched to his limits and beyond. All the while Voldemort looked on and touched him on his thighs, his buttock and his back in soothing motions. Finally, after what felt like a lifetime, It stopped. Harry's hole suddenly clenched around the large toy within him as the last of the large width gave way to pencil thinness again.

"Take it out." Harry pleaded. It was huge and horrible. Harry had never felt such pain or ever been so uncomfortable before. The black rubber applicator stretched him past his limits and filled him utterly. Not even the hands that soothed his back was much of a comfort.

"There now, all in." Voldemort cooed in a voice that Harry didn't recognize; it was low, husky and totally aroused. To Harry's embarrassment, he blushed. Without warning, Voldemort seized the end and squeezed. Hard.

"AH!" Harry shrieked as liquid shot out from every crevice of the toy. It shot up his hole and pooled at the sides where Harry was so stretched that the liquid was trapped between the toy and his inner self. Now the agony had changed into a wet agony. What was worse was that none of the liquid could leave Harry, his hole had the end of the toy in a death grip that would let nothing past. While Harry was distracted, Voldemort removed the pump and looked to find no lingering aphrodisiac inside.

"Now, lets just let that sit shall we?" Harry was swiftly rolled on to his back on the left side of the bed, still spread eagle due to his bracelets. Harry's insides sloshed uncomfortably at the sudden movement. Voldemort tutted when he saw that harry had not gotten pleasure from the previous activities. "We can't have that now can we?" Voldemort said as he ran a finger down Harry's limp penis. "I suppose you'll learn to like it later but I won't take any chances with you Harry." At those words, Harry opened his eyes to see the handsome man that Lord Voldemort had become kneeling between Harry's open thighs.

'He's huge!' Was Harry's first thought. 'That will never fit!' Indeed the man was hung well and fully aroused. Harry had never seen another male aroused before and certainly not a fully grown man. Harry considered himself average at 8 inches when excited. Voldemort seemed to be more than just average in this too. The blunt tip was red and large with wanting and he was a full inch longer than Harry. What gave Harry pause was his width, he was almost impossibly thick all the way down to his black hair. Voldemort had to be two inches wide, inch and a half at the very least!

"I think you'll enjoy this Harry." While Harry was distracted and terrified at Voldemort's impressive penis, he had put on gloves and scooped a handful of cream from a nearby container. Harry's eyes shifted to see an empty bottle, the bulbous pump and a wicked looking knife left on the side of the bed. A loud shriek was Voldemort's reward as he applied the first of the cream while Harry wasn't looking. Rubbing the cream into Harry's awakening erection, Voldemort smiled in a rather cruel way.

"Ah, Ah. Ah!" Another handful of cream was applied to Harry's testicles. Harry squirmed as Voldemort rolled one in his hands gently and moved on to another one. Once that was done, he alternated back and for between Harry's red cock and his balls until the cream had him smooth and extremely hard. Then Voldemort lifted his bottom and applied the cream from pucker to balls. The leftover cream Voldemort spread on Harry's nipples, hips and inner thighs. By the time Voldemort was done, Harry was a mess of tears, precome and rapidly absorbing cream.

"I knew you would make noises." Harry blushed beet red and turned his face away. A gloved hand stroked Harry's toned stomach. "I just didn't know how delicious they would be!" Voldemort leaned back and took in the state he had made Harry and moaned. "You look edible Harry." Harry was left alone for a few moments, red in wanting and embarrassment.

"Wh-wh-" Harry croaked to ask why. Voldemort smirked and cut Harry off in an arrogant manner.

"What was in the cream? Funny you should ask that Harry. It's the same as what I put in this." Voldemort tapped the end of the applicator coming out of Harry's bottom. Harry's fists clenched in realization.

"No!" There was a hissing laughter that filled the room that chilled Harry to the bone.